Your sin has broken me
This tongue is filled with knots
Tighter and tighter blue in the face
Your commotion has woken this soul
To such a degree that I now lack
A body for these limbs flail randomly
I'm left muttering words of
'I don't know what to do'
I cannot compute the rulings
For the context is you ,you and your
Loud boisterous sins , these knuckles bleed
As I knock fervently on that door
Let me in , I plead let me in
I will wake one day to read headlines
Girl burns herself to death
They couldn't find remains of her
Internally combusted soul
That day I will note how
The scars on my knuckles don't fade
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